| There are stories in the soil, loose leaves cover the ground
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| There’s volumes in the forest, no one reads out loud
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| If I could take them down off of that mountain shelf
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| We used to climb but no one tries to go up that far now yeah
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| We’re all too busy working, entertaining ourselves
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| Forty hours television and prescription pills
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| Well I take two a day to make my brain behave
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| It never does but who’s to say at least my doctor gets paid
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| So that’s fine, yeah come by we’ll take the afternoon off
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| We can kiss and undress or if you want just talk
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| Cause I’ve got nothing real, just empty space to fill
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| And you’re my girl I like your style just imagine all the time we could kill
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| And time’s not poison but once you drink it all you’ll die
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| So let’s just sip it real slow
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| Yeah we can nurse it all night
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| Try to believe that once it’s gone
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| We’ll pour another round and come back to life
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| Come right back
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| I guess I’m moving faster now or that’s what they said
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| And though some days still take forever I can’t disagree
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| Because it seems to me that I wake up and sleep
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| Look in the mirror have no idea what happened in between
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| But I remember counting days down 'til the year could be done
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| So I could scatter all my notebooks on the prep school lawn
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| And disappear again into a summer’s bliss
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| Of staying out sleeping in and getting drunk with my friends
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| That’s gone and I know that it won’t ever come back
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| I accept I won’t cling to what I had in the past
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| But life’s a slippery slope, regret’s the steepest hill
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| Hope for the best, plan for the worst and maybe wind up somewhere
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| In the middle
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| And I’m not saying that I know what I want
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| But I know what I don’t, don’t want to rot in my room
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| And never know what could have been
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| Believe what everyone else tells me is true
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| Yeah, they say 'true'
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| That’s what they say |